Aug 16, 2021 6:43:29 GMT -5
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Plucking at the meat upon the bronze plate resting in front of her, Morgan frowned, wrapped up in her own thoughts as her fingers twisted the chicken free of the bone and held it just in front of her mouth, hovering there pointlessly. She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she quite literally forgot to eat it, she could feel the wind brushing through her fiery hair and hear the thrum of people around her but she just could not focus on it all. Her mind just kept wandering to the rushing waves, the sound of the Oceans smashing into the shore with all of their might and the call of her father towards the deeps. A call she so badly wanted to answer, to hear his voice in earnest and yet she had an oath to keep; to the Legion. An oath to stand for New Rome and to protect the children of the Gods with her blood if necessary, to fight shoulder to shoulder with them to the death or till she aged out. A decade of service.
Snapping back to reality when someone wrapped their arms around her, Morgan looked over her shoulder, smiling brightly. She popped the chicken into her mouth and playfully shoved the boy away by his forehead laughing as he groaned and then ripped into her meal with her free hand still resting upon the hilt of her blade at her wait, she had the attention of many demigods within the camp particularly given that they were confined together for large parts of the year, the dating pool was not small but it was certainly stagnant like a small rural town. Many of the First Cohort, particularly those who had now served their time, had dated her and she enjoyed the attention that came with not only her station as a member of the First but her appearance too. Particularly the mane of intense fiery hair, something about it just drew attention and she used it to her advantage more often than not because it felt good to be wanted. Really good. Even as she tore another chunk of chicken off the bone and popped it into her mouth she began running through the things she wanted to do in her mind, always at the top of the list; ascend to her father’s side.
She joined in with the conversation only briefly and then when her plate was devoid of food she stood up, her soft thigh-high boots that she favoured whenever she got to dress the way she wanted to be dressed. Tight jeans and a simple blouse, loose and easily contained within leather should it be required. Her blade hung easily from her belt along with her dagger against the outside of her thigh though she felt that she needn’t carry them in many ways for her father’s gifts made her … potent. She kept most of her skin covered to avoid the direct sunlight even in the shadow of sunset even as she picked her way through the knots of demigods gathering, laughing, eating and chatting. She dropped off her plate once cleaned and picked her way back out of the mess hall to stand with her boot against the wall, leaning and letting the evening breeze wash over her. Watching the people around her.
Plucking at the meat upon the bronze plate resting in front of her, Morgan frowned, wrapped up in her own thoughts as her fingers twisted the chicken free of the bone and held it just in front of her mouth, hovering there pointlessly. She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she quite literally forgot to eat it, she could feel the wind brushing through her fiery hair and hear the thrum of people around her but she just could not focus on it all. Her mind just kept wandering to the rushing waves, the sound of the Oceans smashing into the shore with all of their might and the call of her father towards the deeps. A call she so badly wanted to answer, to hear his voice in earnest and yet she had an oath to keep; to the Legion. An oath to stand for New Rome and to protect the children of the Gods with her blood if necessary, to fight shoulder to shoulder with them to the death or till she aged out. A decade of service.
Snapping back to reality when someone wrapped their arms around her, Morgan looked over her shoulder, smiling brightly. She popped the chicken into her mouth and playfully shoved the boy away by his forehead laughing as he groaned and then ripped into her meal with her free hand still resting upon the hilt of her blade at her wait, she had the attention of many demigods within the camp particularly given that they were confined together for large parts of the year, the dating pool was not small but it was certainly stagnant like a small rural town. Many of the First Cohort, particularly those who had now served their time, had dated her and she enjoyed the attention that came with not only her station as a member of the First but her appearance too. Particularly the mane of intense fiery hair, something about it just drew attention and she used it to her advantage more often than not because it felt good to be wanted. Really good. Even as she tore another chunk of chicken off the bone and popped it into her mouth she began running through the things she wanted to do in her mind, always at the top of the list; ascend to her father’s side.
She joined in with the conversation only briefly and then when her plate was devoid of food she stood up, her soft thigh-high boots that she favoured whenever she got to dress the way she wanted to be dressed. Tight jeans and a simple blouse, loose and easily contained within leather should it be required. Her blade hung easily from her belt along with her dagger against the outside of her thigh though she felt that she needn’t carry them in many ways for her father’s gifts made her … potent. She kept most of her skin covered to avoid the direct sunlight even in the shadow of sunset even as she picked her way through the knots of demigods gathering, laughing, eating and chatting. She dropped off her plate once cleaned and picked her way back out of the mess hall to stand with her boot against the wall, leaning and letting the evening breeze wash over her. Watching the people around her.
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